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Nothing But Respect For My President

You’ll notice Phil did not need “I hear you” written on his notes.

Rhythm Is Gonna Getcha

“I’m not looking at you.”

“We don’t hate each other for 40 more years, Kreutzmann.”

“I’m practicing.”

OR

Why does Phil have his wallet in his front pocket? Has there been a string of on-stage pickpocketing?

Dancin’ In The Streets

The Grateful Dead wasn’t a political band; remember that. When the kids took the campus, they showed up and choogled, but they weren’t political. They played benefits in support of the Black Panthers and against the death penalty, but they weren’t political. They raised money for the rainforest, and for Amnesty International, and…well, here:

What the organizations above have in common is this: they represent the little guy.

That’s what politics is. It’s a fight between the big guy and the little guy. And the Dead have always taken David’s side.

But remember: they weren’t a political band.

When The Boys Were Boys

There was a good two or three years in the beginning where Pig–God bless him–looked like a swamp monster.

OR

Check out the JFK-cut on the square on the right. That’s a hairdo that’ll stand up to Communism.

OR

Until rather recently, you were allowed to smoke around any machine, no matter how complicated and expensive and fragile.

OR

Thick air, man.

I’d Like To Eyes Of The World A Coke

“Yo.”

Precar–oh, you’re already here.

“It’s load-bearing.”

The Coke cup?

“Yeah.”

How?

“We managed.”

Monitors look nice.

“Well, we considered the aesthetics.”

And?

“And then we said, ‘Fuck it,’ and left ’em unpainted.”

Sure. You were joking about the Coke cup, right?

“Shit, no. You move that and we all die.”

Makes sense.

Trivia Time!

Okay, Enthusiasts: this is a tough one. Name:

  1. The show.
  2. The activity.
  3. The song that caused the activity.

Winner gets an angry cat thrown at them. GO!

There’s No Frizz Like Show Frizz

If you just ask Bobby–

“Get stuffed, man.”

–he’ll help you with your hair.

“Beat it.”

You look like the dude from Coheed & Cambria.

“Oh, they’re great. I caught their show last week.”

Please stop using–

“No.”

–the Time Sheath to check out bands from the future.

“You heard my answer, man.”

Have A Safe Trip

Precarious?

“Yo.”

Were you trying to kill them?

“Who?”

The band.

“Eh.”

I can’t even begin to count the safety violations in this picture.

“Ah, they’ll be fine. Big babies. I wrapped the cable around the mic stand.”

You honestly think that counts.

“I do.”

Is that plank of wood attached to anything?

“Attachment leads to suffering.”

Wow.

Looking Back, Looking Forward

Your monitor is swastika-adjacent.

“Beat it.”

Just pointing it out.

“You’ve pointed. Now go.”

Your hair looks nice.

“I stole Bobby’s conditioner.”

That sounds tough.

“You got no idea. He put an alarm on the bottle. I had to slide in a bag full of sand as I was taking it.”

Why will you motherfuckers not stop using that goddamned Time Sheath for silly bullshit?

“Wow, was that sentence syntactically fucked.”

Dude, Raiders doesn’t come out for eight years when you are. Knock it off.

“I will not. Me and Garcia are going to see Aliens again after the show.”

Could you at least try not to let people see you?

“No.”

Dammit, Phil.

Keith’s Left, Keith’s Right, He’s Gone

Precarious?

“Yo.”

Why did Keith’s piano move from one side of the stage to the other, depending on what show it was?

“Two reasons.”

Were they shits and giggles?

“Little bit, yeah.”

Why would you do that?

“Gotta find your fun somewhere. We’d put his piano stage left for a few shows, then shift it to the other side, and he’d get so confused. One time, he just sat on a road case and started playing a monitor.”

That is kinda funny.

“Yup. He kept tweaking Bobby’s nipples trying to turn himself up.”

That’s damn funny.

“Certainly was.”

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